When the term "Spring Break" comes up, most people think of college students. Images of Cancun, Palm Beach, sun, drunken debauchery, activities that will send the campus use of antibiotics soaring for the next few weeks, etc. But while the concentration is on warm and sunny locales, all over the country there are professors sighing in relief.
I'm fucking behind. Behind in what, you might ask. Every-fucking-thing. In the last month I've shifted from doing everything last minute, to doing everything a minute late, then doing everything a week late. I'm convinced that the reason for Spring Break has nothing to do the Great Tropical Protist Swap, and everything to do with allowing professors to pop up from stacks of paper like gophers in the prairie.
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I need the break this week in a big way. There's a dozen things that I need to finish up and it wouldn't hurt to be a lecture ahead of my class once in a while. But above all, I need some down time. This weekend was the maybe the second no-work weekend I've had stretching back to well before Christmas and the last one took me a few days to catch up from. This week, on the other hand, is remarkably quiet. I even have multi-hour blocks to do stuff for myself. It feels odd.
The final stretch to the summer is almost upon us. There's light at the end of that tunnel and Spring Break is the final rest for the last leg. Use it wisely or burn out before the finish.